Monday, February 11, 2008

Baby girl's getting bigger!

Sophia had her 18-month old well child check this morning. Which means shots. Which means I have a very cranky baby in my lap right now. Last time she got shots she didn't know what was going on, and after the ordeal was finished she certainly told me all about that mean nurse that had the nerve to poke her like that. Well, today, she remembered that ordeal and wouldn't let the nurse do anything. I had to hold her down for her temp to be taken, her heart to be heard and even to sit on the scale and be measured.

Speaking of which, she is still a very tall baby. She is in the 95th percentile for height and the 60th percentile for weight. There was a couple in the waiting room with an 18 month old baby who looked older (only because she actually had hair) but was a good 6 inches shorter than her. I can also vouch for the fact that she has grown like a little weed the last several months, with some of my favorite outfits which were too large in October becoming 3 inches too short in the leg in the last little while.

I haven't much felt like I have anything to blog about lately...just trying to keep my head above water...so I thought I'd document a few of the new words/phrases Sophia has been saying since I last blogged about the topic. I am no longer worried she doesn't have enough words...she really has blown me away with her vocabulary, even if she isn't quite on the level her older sisters were at this age. Besides, the doctor assured me this morning that she is well above average in the verbal department.

So, without further ado, some of Sophie's latest vocabulary feats:

NO! Translation: Give me that now, how dare you take it away! She still says "uh-uh" when asked any question, but she is occasionally starting to add a much nicer sounding "no" at the end of her "uh-uh."

Mom-mom. She doesn't call me Mama anymore..it's Mom-mom. Mama is now what she calls my mom (we call her Mamah). I actually really like the Mom-mom, as long as it isn't being screeched for twenty solid minutes.

Shu. Translation: Shoe. I spell it that way because she does something really closed about the oo sound. And she's definitely shaping up to be a normal female who is completely obsessed with footwear.

Ya-ya. Translation: Bria. And Chloe (which does not make Chloe very happy). Whenever we tell her to say Chloe she tries, but it really is different every time, and when she refers to Chloe on her own, it definitely comes out Ya-ya.

Da. Translation: Daddy. Even if you tell her to say Daddy, she will only give you the one syllable. To her, that is his name.

Hee-ee. Translation: Here it is! You really have to hear her inflection to get this, but she'll say it if you ask her where her belly button is, or if she finds something (usually her shoes or bottle) that we've been looking for.

Dundunno. Translation: I don't know. She uses this phrase when we are looking for the above mentioned shoes or bottle and we ask her where they are.

Yuh-oo. Translation: I love you. She'll only say it when we say it to her first, but it's just plain sweet.

Gassa. Translation: Glasses. She is intrigued by them...it helps that both of her parents and one of her older sisters all wear them. She loves to get them off of the night table for me every morning if she was brought into bed with us before dawn. She also freaks out if they start slipping down my nose as they tend to do while I am changing her diaper. She basically holds them up for me until I am finished.Baby. Translation: Hamster. We were over at some friends' the other day and they have hamsters. I've never heard her say baby before, but that is what she called them. And boy, did she ever have a lot to say about those hamsters...she was basically in heaven.

Ow. Translation: Out. This is what she says when she wants to get out of her high chair or car seat or stroller.

Tee. Translation: Cheese. She will go and stand at the fridge and say this. She loves cheese of every kind...definitely her mother's daughter in that regard.

Tee tee. Translation: TV. She has just recently started being interested in the kid's shows that the older girls watch. When she gets her milk she always goes to the couch and asks to watch "tee zee." So cute.Poo poo. Translation: Just what you think it means. I do love that she tells me when she's messed her diaper pretty much immediately. She comes and gets me, says "poo poo," then takes me by the hand and leads me to her room where she points up in the closet to the diapers and wipes. Hopefully this means she'll be a cinch to potty train.

She has also started trying to mimic just about anything we tell her to say, and it's really adorable. She enjoys singing, and her favorite song is the alphabet, to which she'll sing "Ay. Ay. Ay. Ooh. Ooh. Ay."

And hearing her do that really is one of the most precious parts of my existence.

Lara Neves

Lara is mom to three daughters—two teens and a tween. She loves to share her parenting and homemaking triumphs and failures here at Overstuffed! She was diagnosed with Lyme disease in 2015 and has been fighting it ever since. When she isn't working on her mother of the year award, you can find her reading, singing, or taking photos.

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8 comments:

I hear you loud and clear about the "just trying to keep my head above water" comment. I feel the same lately. For me, I definitely think it's the extreme temperatures- It's such a chore to go anywhere because I have to bundle everyone up and freeze all the way there and back. So I stay home a lot and that makes me cranky.So sweet that your baby girl is getting so big and so nice that she can go to nursery and you can actually "get a break" of sorts at church. I look forward to those days...August...

So sweet! Poor baby with the shots. I guess that is what we have to look forward to with Annabelle in a few months (with her remembering). That's awesome that she lets you know when she has a poopy diaper. My daughter has had a time with constipation issues, so my Mom taught her to grab her hand and squeeze whenever she needs to go poo poo (this was about 5-6 months ago), and now, every time she has to go poo poo, she'll come find me and grab my hand and just squeeze as her little face turns red. She insists that I stop what I'm doing to squeeze her hand. It cracks me up! I am hoping that it will make potty training easier as well. Who knows! I hope Sophie is feeling better from those mean old shots tomorrow!

She is adorable. Our 18 month olds are on the same verbal wave length. Except I have always been Dada and her dad is Daddy. The other day I handed down some jammies from Sloane who is 18 months older. They were too big but she kept bringing them to me. After I put them on her, she pointed to her chest and said clearly, "Big Girl!" The next day it was back to baby jibber.